Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Poems

If you should happen
to turn your hair platinum
you'll never need to get
a helmet

* * * * * * * *
Said Fido to his owner Jack
"Let us try a different tack
I throw the stick, you bring it back."

* * * * * * * *
I saw a storm come rollin' in
upon a wagon wheel.
I saw a strom a'brewin'
seafood stew with eels.
I saw a storm a'ragin',
yelled with all he had.
And then the storm dropped great big tears.
How sad.

3 comments:

Susan said...

original compositions? To be sung or spoken? Taking a poetry course this term?

Kim said...

Hi. I just came across your blog. I have a question..... are you from Dunbar, Nebraska or is your last name Dunbar and you are living in Nebraska?

Just curious because I grew up in Dunbar, Nebraska. 20 years ago it was nothing more than a speck too small to his any map and since it has shrunk rather than grown from what I have heard. I saw the title of your blog and had a "whoa!" moment.

Kim @ TheBitterBall

emdunbar said...

Kim, my last name is Dunbar and I live in Nebraska. Sorry to disappoint :)